It
will take courage to read this article and absorb its message. It is
not a pleasant, mindless distraction to the everyday problems we all
face. It is painful and frightening and necessary. While it would be
far more comfortable to turn away and redirect your attention to other
less disturbing issues, I hope you will not turn away.

If
the family of this precious little boy is so courageous as to open their
wounded hearts to complete strangers, to share their tragedy, so that
we might prevent a future tragedy, then the least we can do, as Americans,
is to take the time to read and acknowledge their efforts.

I
hope this message will sit heavily upon your heart as it sits heavily
upon mine. We must understand the true cost of the policies of our local
and federal government and their dereliction of duty in securing our
borders, and refusing to uphold and enforce the laws set in place to
protect our communities and our citizens. We have an obligation to speak
out and to fight for the safety of our most vulnerable citizens. Being
unaware and uninvolved is no longer an option. The life of someone you
adore may depend on your activism and the activism of strangers.

There
are no special interest groups lobbying for this family, no ethnocentric
organizations being funded by greedy corporations telling his story.
No elected officials pandering for votes warning us of the possibility
of a similar fate. There are no marches in the streets or rallies. Other
than one news article, I have found nothing in the mainstream media
though they have hours a day to fill with stories of celebrity gossip
and ‘feel good’ human interest stories. There is just you
and I and Frank’s brave family.

Of
course, most of the media doesn’t really want to report Frank’s
story. They don’t want us to know that statistics prove between
twelve and twenty-five Americans are killed on American soil each and
every day at the hands of criminal illegal aliens. They don’t
want us to wake up. But we are waking up. We are waking up to the corporate
greed that is infecting our government and our media and costing American
lives each and every day the status quo continues.

This
little boy and his family deserve better then to be classified a mere
crime statistic, one of the faceless, nameless numbers that add to the
ever growing tally that is our victim’s crime lists and our national
shame.

That
is why I have brought this family’s plight to your attention and
why I hope you will read it and pass it along to everyone you know.
This family would have never known this fate but for the greed and self
serving gratification of those who have sworn an oath to protect him.

And,
though it is heartbreaking, let us not look away. Let us face the truth
together. And then let us act to prevent this tragedy from ever happening
to one of our children again, on our watch.

Frank
‘Frankie Blue Eyes’ Brooks was 5 years old. How many mothers
ever in their worst nightmares could imagine having to write a eulogy
for their baby? Frankie Brooks faced that nightmare. Read her words
and then go and hug your children and thank God that you have another
day to make a difference.

Excerpts from Eulogy

“There
are thousands of stories I could share with you about how awesome little
Frank was. How genuine he was. He was a happy smart child, never one
sad day in his life. He lived every day long and played hard. We could
not have prayed for a better addition to our family. This child loved
so many people and brought so much joy to those around him. He had his
parents, grandparents and brother and sister wrapped around his finger.
One day will not pass that I will not think of the joy he brought to
the world”.

“He
loved school so much. He loved his friends. He would talk about his
buddies constantly. When I would pick him up he would hug each one of
them. The love that surrounded him at SBEC was surreal. I have never
seen a child love to go to school so much.

Each
day when I would pick him up he always save me his cookies in his lunch
box. So we would drive away and we would figure out the ‘fairest
way’ to sort out his cookies. Frank has an infectious flirty smile,
he could make anyone do anything he wanted to do.

(Frankie
Brooks)

Frank
was an adorable little guy, with a mischievous, good humored grin. His
bright blue eyes, which he inherited from his grandpa and namesake Frank,
inspired his K-3 Teacher, Mrs. Greer, to nickname him ‘Frankie
Blue Eyes.”

He
was loved by his Grandfather Frank, an army veteran who met his Greek
wife Penelope while serving our nation in Germany. They have been married
for forty-one years. They moved from Florida after retirement to live
with their daughter Frankie to help out with the children while she
worked as an accountant.

Frank’s
mother moved the family from Memphis Tennessee, to the rural countryside
of Tate County, Mississippi, where their front yard borders a rural
country road. Frankie made the move to protect her children from the
crime of the city. She thought her children would be safer there.

She
did the best that she knew how to do to protect her children by relocating
them from a dangerous area, but the danger came to them. In one horrible,
tragic, unimaginable moment, her world became a nightmare. Her story
needs to be told so that the other parents of this nation will begin
to fully understand, we cannot run from this problem. There is nowhere
safe to run. We must stand as parents and confront these issues. We
must hold our government, both local and federal accountable and we
must demand a return to safety and sanity in America. This cannot stand.
This must not stand.

Who
was the little boy we have all been cheated from ever having the honor
of knowing? He was Frank ‘Frankie Blue Eyes’ Brooks, and
he was five years old.

He
was loved by his 13 year old brother Drew who would play Rock Band and
wrestle with him to make sure he was tough enough to protect himself
when he grew up. He was adored by his ten year old sister Penelope who
would read to him and do craft projects with him.

He
was loved by his Grandfather Frank after whom he was named and clearly
resembled. He was nurtured by his Grandma Penelope who lavished him
with attention and took him shopping for clothes. And he was treasured
and adored by his daddy and mommy, Thomas and Frankie Brooks who would
do anything to protect him.

Frank
was a unique and beautiful little boy with all of the quirks necessary
to make him the apple of his family’s eye. But in many ways, Frank
was an average little American boy. He shared many of the same likes
and dislikes of a typical five year old. You may see a lot of similarities
between Frank and your own children. And, it may break your heart as
it did mine.

Frank loved to watch PBS’s Sprout and refused to allow the family
to watch any other channel. His favorite cartoon character was Spongebob.
Like his mother who loves music, he loved Rock and Roll and the band
Rush, Tom Sawyer being his most favorite song. His favorite toys were
his army men.

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Frank
did not like to sleep alone and slept next to his mommy all of his little
life. I cannot imagine his mommy’s pain now, going to sleep without
his little warm sweet body to cuddle.
Like so many American children, Frank dreamed of growing up to become
a firefighter or an astronaut. We will never know what amazing feats
he might have accomplished had his life not been so cruelly ended decades
before his time.

Last
Halloween, like children all over our great nation, Frank dressed as
Pooh Bear, bag in hand, ready to collect all of the candy a little one
can carry and consume. For Christmas, he was delighted to receive the
transformers he had so wanted. Just like little boys all over this country
on Christmas morning, 2007. Frank loved his Lego creations and would
proudly show them off to family and friends.

His
favorite meal was the McDonald’s Chicken Nugget Happy Meal with
Chocolate Milk, easily one of the most often chosen favorites of five
years olds nationwide.

Frank’s
mommy describes him as witty and arrogant and always ready to make others
laugh.

Frank loved to swim, jump on the trampoline, go to the park, and skate.
He especially loved when the rain would turn the front yard to mud so
that he could go “mudsliding.”

This
is what he had been doing the morning he was killed, May 24th, 2008.
He went to get his sister’s shoe which was stuck in the mud, in
the front yard, beside a rural Mississippi road. He was standing in
his yard when he was killed in the presence of his brother and sister.
He died in his mother’s arms.

[MEMPHIS,
TN - Tate County officials say a man was drunk when he hit a small boy
with his SUV and drove away.

Jaime
Perez, 35, is charged with DUI, leaving the scene of an accident and
driving without a license. Investigators also believe Perez is an illegal
immigrant. He is accused of hitting 5 year-old
Frank Brooks on County Line Road in Tate County.

Eyewitnesses
say after Frank was hit, the driver went racing down the street in his
Ford Excursion.
Police say he lost control of the SUV and veered off the road.

"Someone
had said there were beer bottles in his vehicle. He didn't say a word
to anyone," said Frankie. Frankie said her son was not breathing
and died in her arms on the side of the road.

While
federal immigration officials try to decide if Perez will be deported,
Frank's family is left to deal with the grief.

According
to the Tate County Sheriff, Perez is being held without bond. Officials
say Perez had a Tennessee identification card, but say he had Mexican
documents with him as well, plus some questionable social security cards.”]

After
reading this news article, I knew I had to tell Frank’s story.
But I could have never written it without first getting the permission
of the family; it would not have been decent to do so. So, I called,
uninvited and with great reluctance. I didn’t know what to expect
and I was concerned about causing the family further pain, but I found
them to be open, lovely, kind people when they shared their grief with
me. When I spoke to Frankie Brooks I asked her how her parents and other
children were coping, she responded:

“My mother cries daily. My son is not sleeping at night anymore.
My daughter is higher strung and is in constant need of affection. We
feel like the walking dead. My friends are a large part of my life and
a friend of mine said he feels like we are all raped. That is what it
feels like to an outsider. This child made people that happy.”

And
when I asked her how she was coping she replied,

“Truthfully,
I basically have no will to live anymore; I am just going through the
motions dealing with work and trying to be strong for my family. I only
see an unhappy life for the rest of my life.

My
mom is pretty dramatic and I always told her well at least we are all
healthy and no one sick or died. I even told her that a few weeks before
this happened. I have never cared much about material items, and now
I feel that I am being punished by God, since I do not care about money
and items like this he will take away the only thing in my life I did
care about. My family. A loss of one child has made my entire world
come down.”

There
is so much more I want to say. So many thoughts I would like to express
but where normally I would let fly and tell it like it is, I am held
back by concern for the family. I do not want to cause them anymore
pain then they have already endured. So I will restrain the emotional
tide surging against my heart and let Frankie’s words speak for
both of us.

Thank
you, Grandpa Frank, Grandma Penelope, Frankie, Drew and little Penelope
for your courage in speaking out, despite your broken hearts. Thank
you for allowing us to understand your loss and to learn from it. Thank
you for your willingness to brave your sorrows to reach out to the citizens
of our nation.

In
your pain and sorrow and courage you may help to make necessary changes
to the status quo and the greedy pandering that is endangering all of
the children in this nation, and possibly save the life of someone else’s
child. God Bless and keep you and yours and God Bless little Frank.

I
hope that we, as a nation, never become desensitized to the death and
destruction being wrought on our citizens, at the hands of illegal aliens.
I hope we never come to accept the negligence and incompetence of our
government officials in failing to protect our families. I hope we never
learn to accept the outrage, grief, and shame when a loss like this,
a preventable death of one of our greatest treasures, our children,
occurs. God forgive us should that ever happen.

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If
you would like to send heartfelt condolences to this lovely family,
you may email me and I will see that the family receives them. There
has been no trust fund set up for the family and their funeral expenses
were paid for by the family’s insurance. They ask for nothing
of us for sharing their experiences but I will ask, on their behalf,
if you are so inclined, that you say a prayer for peace and comfort
for their family and for little Frank ‘Frankie Blue Eyes’
Brooks.

"CJ"
Graham is a Veteran and the proud wife of a retired USAF Veteran. She
is a dedicated mother, activist, conservative, independent, who's allegiance
is to her country and not to a particular political party. She is a firm
believer in the power of the Citizen of the United States of America to
whom she writes with a empowering and encouraging spirit. She knows that
the Citizen of the USA can make a difference through peaceful, focused,
knowledge empowered, activism working within the system and with media
and legislators to effect change. As an author, she writes from the heart
but backs up her work with facts.

I hope this message
will sit heavily upon your heart as it sits heavily upon mine. We must
understand the true cost of the policies of our local and federal government
and their dereliction of duty in securing our borders...